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Thursday, May 31, 2012

Reality Cheque and Other Random Crap

Reality is hitting here. We REALLY have bought a house. Shit. We have a mortgage. Shit. Don't mistake my cursing for regret - I am VERY excited. But I am also VERY scared! Yesterday I posted a very big pile of papers off to the conveyancer, after signing my life away - a million times. Enclosed was also a VERY hefty cheque - for stamp duty - BOOOOO! And today, two VERY big envelopes arrived from the bank. More signing required it seems.

Today's school newsletter announced that I am retiring from the uniform shop! Made me laugh. Also received a letter from the kid's new school welcoming them. Reality...again.

I have started doing what I do best.......shopping. I made a very quick one hour trip to Spotlight on Monday, I only needed one metre of fabric. I ended up in the homewares section and came home with half a dozen cushions, bath mats and curtains. Whoops.

I also purchased some amazing fabric online last week, (on sale - thanks to The Intrepid Thread) as I am planning how to decorate the girl's bedrooms. Andrew has suggested perhaps I have been watching too many episodes of "The Block"? I haven't given him the real story - I've been spending too much time on Pinterest. God I love that search button and the gasp of air that leaves me as I have a whole screen full of divine decorating ideas in the specified colours! Bless the creators of Pinterest....

The other thing I have found myself doing, much more often than I used to, is taking photos of random things of interest. If I find it somewhat amusing/disturbing or just plain wrong, I whip out my iPhone and file it away for future reference. And You are the lucky ones that get to share them with me!

This text message came through last week in relation to my eldest son's basketball game. I pee'd my pants laughing at the voicemail's text version of events. Mostly because the club he is playing for is sometimes lovingly referred to as "Bosnia" instead of its correct suburban name. Trailer Park Jets seemed quite fitting.....

I was strolling through Target yesterday and was deeply distressed by the sight of these revolting jumpers. Not only are they in bizarre colours and prints, they are also knitted AND in the "groovy" section of the menswear department. As I stood readying myself to capture this image, I was even more disturbed that a middle aged woman stopped to lovingly feel them and consider purchasing. Shame.

Up until a couple of years ago, when Masterchef hit our screens, I had no idea what an actual proper macaroon was. All I recalled were the coconut macaroon biscuits that were in The Woman's Weekly recipe books of the 80's. It seems they're all the rage these days? I took Ms Chloe for morning tea at the shops today and had my first ever macaroon. Mine was the Lemon Tart version on the right. Chloe's was the ghastly BubbleGum on the left. I wasn't overly thrilled. I need a chef.

This little beauty is the latest creation at Ms Midge. I did a pattern review for The Oz Material Girls, which you can find HERE. They are the prettiest ruffle skirts ever!

Finally - I am off to the Gold Coast in precisely EIGHT MORE SLEEPS! Not that I'm counting. I will be gone for three whole nights - CHILD FREE! Not that I'm excited. I will be spending the entire time with lifelong friends, and will be going to our 25 year primary school reunion! I am so very excited but have one very big concern

3 comments:

I'm so glad someone else said it! I was under the same assumption as you about Macaroons! I haven't tried one yet... perhaps I shall soon :)And you're right... those jumpers are creepy old man looking! Some fashions need to stay in the past and not dragged back up again.. ever!!!

Congratulations on the mortgage. Did you end up with writer's cramp signing all those forms? We FINALLY paid ours out a few years back and after being in servitude to the bank for so long I was incredibly disappointed with how low-key it was. No brass bands. No fireworks. Not even any streamers. Just a very polite teller who wanted to know if he could lend us any more money for any reason at all.